it's not just black and white

Colour drained,

the coverlet petals

are cold and lifeless;

like frozen ashes

awaiting the shattering

of a monochrome breeze.

Unrequited

by the flush

and blush

of hue filled brush

this is a world

untouched

by the technicolour

affectation of love.

An inverse negative

suggesting possibilities

denying reality

and the soft

benefice

of God.